Viewing page 21 of 36

Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God
Is that time dead?  Lo!  With a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance - 
and must I lose a soul's inheritance?"

"How subtle-secret is your smile".

"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free.
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty."

October 1st 1907 - [[underlined]] Roslyn [[/underlined]]

One year and a half has passed and the same feelings and emotions rack my poor body and mind.  Now perhaps they are in more control and also ^[[in]] more [[?able]] [[strikethrough]] form [[/strikethrough]] form.  At least I feel as if I would ^[[sometimes]] open a drawer and take something out on a given subject.  It would be of no value except that it
Please note that the language and terminology used in this collection reflects the context and culture of the time of its creation, and may include culturally sensitive information. As an historical document, its contents may be at odds with contemporary views and terminology. The information within this collection does not reflect the views of the Smithsonian Institution, but is available in its original form to facilitate research. For questions or comments regarding sensitive content, access, and use related to this collection, please contact